It was the 29th of March
and our fever made it hard
To stay and stall to keep in shape
While magazines were trying hard to find next year's face
She is the sad one I'm a clown
Charlie Chaplin, Eva Braun
She learned to smile, I bought her friends
It was the beginning of the end
It's cheap thrills and high scores
Its surgery and highjack bombs are fake
It's a timekill to die for
Its bedtime for jokes
We're dead serious this year
And here comes April all in blue
And good she dresses torned and too
They killed our heroes one by one
Poisoned by the TV chefs and reruns
It's cheap thrills and high scores
Its surgery and highjack bombs are fake
It's a timekill to die for
Its bedtime for jokes
We're dead serious, my dear

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